I host a funeral in my brain
I worship the lord of pain
The saint itself is scared by its own existential dread
All the happiness are one by one dead
They can't seem to inhabit the inside of my strange head
When my body ages, my mind only goes retarded
I can't go ahead, I'm just a piece of carcass
Walking corpse dreaming regret of the past
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On Sorrow | Poetry collection
PoetryI meet a lot of sea monsters when I dive deep into the base of my mind Each of them whispers or sings an incomprehensible song I can't understand them I have drowned for so long Because they keep pulling me down So I write this poem to calm the stor...
